>>9200025First, think of this situation. You are drafted, no choice on your role, you are assigned to infantry. You get sent half way around the world to a tropical shit show that barely has roads and everyone looks the same. You can not speak the language. You can not tell one native from another unless they are different sexes, even that is sometimes questionable. You are told to kill the bad guys. Who are the bad guys? They look just like the good guys. The good guys are all fucking corrupt as shit. You have no idea who is who and who is doing what to who.
You are told, go into the jungle, find the bad guys and kill them. Ok... Who are the bad guys? The farmers? The hill folk? The Laotians and Cambodians letting people through their country? Who?
While walking along a trail through the jungle, shots ring out. You can not see who is shooting. You fire into the jungle. No idea if you hit a damn thing or not. Eventually the shooting stops. You lost 12 guys out of your 30+ man platoon. You find no bodies of the bad guys. Shit. Lt. will have to tell his Captain that. Oh shit.
Lt. decides he needs to make up those numbers. This patrol or next one you guys head to a farming village. Every male is going to be a bad guy. Lt needs to make up the casualty ratio or else he is not going to get promoted. Time to kill some farmers.
Ok, back from that shit show, lets get drunk and try not to think about it. Lt. gets promoted to Captain. New butterbar shows up. Says he was told how to fight the war back at West Point. He is going to lead you on a proper patrol up towards the north. Oh fuck. Another ambush is coming. What do we do?
Guys have an idea. What if only the butterbar gets ambushed and killed this time? Buddy has a AK, use it to kill the Lt. before he gets half the platoon killed. Explain it back at the firebase that got ambushed and the Lt. bit it.
Time to forget about the murder of the 22 year old American, and more then alcohol is needed...
